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Accidentally His

Accidentally His

Layla Bellini never wanted a billionaire's name. She wanted to save her father's company, keep her head down, and disappear back into her own life by morning. One blackout ruined all of it. "I'm not her," she told him, staring at a man the entire room believed she was about to marry. "Whoever you think I am, you have the wrong woman." Zayd Marchetti didn't care. He needed the marriage to stand, at least until his billion-dollar deal was signed, and he made that clear in front of every camera in the room before Layla could say otherwise. "Then we'll fix it after the deal is done," he said, like it was that simple. Like her entire life hadn't just been rearranged for his convenience. It should have stayed simple. A temporary marriage, a business arrangement, nothing more. Instead, Layla found herself reshaping his empty mansion into something like a home, drawn into his most ambitious project, and slowly, infuriatingly, falling for the one man she never chose. "You were never supposed to matter," he told her one night, his voice rougher than she'd ever heard it. "I don't know how to fix that anymore." But the mix-up that trapped them together was never an accident, and Layla is the one who has to unravel it, before the truth costs her the company, the family, and the man she wasn't supposed to fall in love with at all. The world thinks she's the wrong bride. Layla intends to prove exactly how wrong they are.
My Tormentor, My Husband

My Tormentor, My Husband

The day I was supposed to marry Daniel Miller, my world shattered. A truck, later reported stolen, ran my parents' car off the highway, killing them instantly. Hours later, my pregnant sister-in-law, Sarah, received a chilling call, her husband, my brilliant brother Mark, framed for selling company secrets. The shock sent Sarah into miscarriage; she lost baby Lily. Mark was dragged away in handcuffs, his hands, which wrote code like poetry, brutally broken. My family was systematically destroyed, Daniel Miller, my fiancé and his boss, pulling every string. Desperate and broken, with a severely injured leg, I crawled through the rain and mud to the secluded mansion of Ethan Hayes, a reclusive tech prodigy and a ghost from my past. He was my only hope. He agreed to help, to clear my family's name, but at a price. "Marry me." I swallowed my confusion and despair, the memories of rejecting him years ago, and said, "I will." Our courthouse marriage was cold, sterile, devoid of love. That night, in his vast, empty mansion, he asserted his dominance with a cruel intimacy that left me bruised and shattered, not an act of passion, but conquest. The next morning, the news hailed Daniel Miller as a hero, promoting him to Chairman of the Board for "exposing" Mark, painting my family as villains. Trembling, I turned to Ethan. "You saw this? You knew this would happen? You promised you would help me." His cruel smile sent shivers down my spine. "Why would I help the family that destroyed my sister?" My mind reeled. He accused my family of ruining his sister Anna' s life, of orchestrating a scandal that led to her infertility. His eyes burned with hatred. "You think I married you for love? I married you so I could have you right where I want you. You are going to pay for what your family did to Anna. Your family was corrupt, and they got what they deserved." My savior had become my tormentor, and I had walked straight from one monster into the arms of another. Hope died.
My Son's Father Is My Sister's Fiancé

My Son's Father Is My Sister's Fiancé

Five years ago, Emma Bennett shared one unforgettable night with a stranger she never expected to see again. Now, her five-year-old son is fighting for his life. Desperate to save him, Emma is forced to find the boy's biological father the only man who may hold the key to her son's survival. She never expected that man to be Ryan Kingsley. Powerful, wealthy, and completely out of her reach, Ryan has spent years building the perfect life, complete with a successful empire and a beautiful fiancée from one of the city's most influential families. A DNA test changes everything. As Ryan steps into his son's life, walls begin to crumble, boundaries begin to blur, and feelings neither of them planned for become impossible to ignore. But some secrets refuse to stay buried. A shocking discovery ties Emma to Ryan's fiancée in ways no one could have imagined, pulling both families into a web of lies, betrayal, and long-forgotten promises. The closer Emma gets to the truth, the more she realizes that someone has been hiding pieces of her past for a very long time. And some people will do anything to keep those secrets buried. When love collides with family, and the truth threatens to destroy everything, Ryan will have to choose between the life he planned and the woman he cannot let go. Because sometimes, the greatest betrayal isn't falling for the wrong person... It's discovering they may have belonged in your life all along.
Rejection's Fury: A Wife's Return

Rejection's Fury: A Wife's Return

I stood in front of City Hall, clutching a marriage license application, waiting for the man I' d loved for five years. He was late. Again. This was the 99th time Damien Crawford had chosen someone else over me. But this time, a picture on my phone showed him smiling with his high school sweetheart, Hadley Stuart, the woman he' d never gotten over. When I returned to his mansion, Hadley was curled up next to him, his mother beaming. His mother, Cecil, gave Hadley a family heirloom bracelet, dismissing me as a servant. Damien, instead of apologizing, grabbed my arm, accusing me of a tantrum. He still thought he was in control. I showed him the torn marriage license, telling him I wanted nothing from him anymore. He responded by dragging me to my room, pushing me against the wall, and trying to kiss me. I told him he was dirty. Then, my father collapsed. Damien, seeing the jacket a male security guard had given me, refused to let me take my dying father to the hospital, claiming Hadley was having a panic attack. His mother, Cecil, slashed the car tires and threw the keys into a fountain, laughing as my father stopped breathing. My father died. At the hospital, Damien jabbed an acupuncture needle into my hand, telling me it was what happened when I disobeyed him. He still didn't know the scar on my back was from the skin graft I gave him. Why did I sacrifice everything for a man who saw me as property, who let my father die? Why did I stay for five years, only to be treated like dirt? I called Anderson, my adoptive brother, the CEO of the Morrison Group. It was time to go home. It was time for Damien Crawford to pay.
Touch Of Death

Touch Of Death

"Tip for you gorgeous". I smiled seductively at my 84th customer for tonight. He'll be the last because I feel tired and I want to go home and rest. I saw a lot this night. "Thanks daddy", I bit my lower lip to look seductive and I saw her swallowing so I smiled even more. Before he could speak, I turned my back on him. I headed to the backstage of the bar but before I could enter I was blocked by Agnes' group. They are also my colleagues at this bar and we are both dancers and call for tables. He doesn't give me a good look, well as usual. "You're such a whore", I just looked at him and the two with him were giving me insulting looks. "You're not flirtatious, you're also stealing customers" "Excuse me Agnes, I'll pass" "Shut your ass* b*tch!" "Don't get me started, I'm tired" "The hell I care! What are you putting in your pussy and my customers are following you" "Your customer? HAHA nice joke. Can't you still accept that I'm better than you. And, I don't put anything in my pussy because it's FRESH. Unlike you, ROTTEN AND BORED!" He was about to hit me when I grabbed his hand and undoubtedly pushed him. His henchmen were about to attack me when I glared at them and looked scared so they didn't rush. I flipped my hair before turning them away. Such a waste of my time to just look at their lotions, their faces and bodies. After I arranged my things and said goodbye to my boss, I left the bar and went straight to my old car. It was parked on the side of the road in the dark and only my car was parked there. I got into the car and started the engine but before I could drive my car there was a sudden click and a cold thing was pointed at my senses. "Drive and don't make a stupid action..."
Her Two Lives: From Maine to Manhattan

Her Two Lives: From Maine to Manhattan

I was a simple fisherman from Maine. I saved a girl named Izzy from a shipwreck, and in her amnesia, we built a pure, simple love. We promised each other forever by the salty sea. Years later, the woman who looked exactly like my Izzy, now the formidable heiress Isabelle Sterling, summoned me to New York. But this Isabelle was cold, distant, and chillingly allowed her aggressive fiancé, Preston, to repeatedly brutalize me. She kept me confined in her luxurious penthouse, a gilded cage far from my home. Preston had me beaten in an alley, smashed my jaw, and even framed me for assault, sending me to Rikers Island for a brutal month. Isabelle watched, seemingly unmoved, later bringing me back only to keep me under her watchful eye. My health was failing, constant headaches and blurred vision plaguing me, but I clung to the hope that my real Izzy was truly out there, fighting for her family, plotting our reunion. "My Izzy would never abandon me," I' d whisper, constantly denying this powerful, callous Isabelle was the girl I loved. Why was she letting this happen to me? Was the Izzy I knew gone, or just buried under layers of New York ambition? Then, at a glittering gala, as Isabelle triumphantly exposed Preston' s crimes and shockingly announced our engagement, he screamed the devastating truth: "She IS Izzy! She abandoned you for power! And she' s using you again!" The world spun, my carefully constructed reality crumbled, and the full weight of her betrayal, coupled with a crushing pain, brought me to my knees.